Sick and tired…

Well, at least the second one. The first one is slowly passing for both Katie and me. The tiredness, however, is lingering.

On Monday we moved from Durban up to Midrand, about halfway between Johannesburg and Pretoria. We are now being hosted by Urban Life, a non-denominational church.

On Wednesday morning, around 3am, I awoke to find myself desperately sick. Over the next eleven hours I became firmly acquainted with the floor and porcelain throne. Water, Gatorade, an attempt at oatmeal, all were too much for my system until mid-afternoon. Finally I arose with the help of Coca-Cola and Water Crackers.

But at nearly the time I recovered, Katie fell victim to the same dreaded disease. Now I could not claim the floor singularly as my friend – she too, got to know it quite well. Eventually, her system shunned the idea of shunning everything given to it.

Armed with the veritable pharmacy we brought with us, we are both slowly on the mend. Aside from the sudden sickness (which has been going around Urban Life), our transition has been a fairly smooth one. It was difficult to say goodbyes in Durban, especially to our hosts Grant and Sandy Hazell, and to some friends we made there. The people at Urban Life have been very helpful and gracious as we move in, and we are excited about some opportunities presenting themselves. For sure you will hear more of those in the coming days and weeks.

For now, it is time for me to try chomping on some chicken. Your prayers are appreciated for our continued recovery and well-being. As Katie said today, “It’s hard to be sick when you’re not at home.”